When my vision shakes
I can sit with it
until it settles.
When my blood muddies
to sludge, I can sit with it
until it runs clear. But
when my mind crawls
under a dark stone, it drags me
I need to save myself
from my mind. I need to
find a place to sit without it,
let it go into whatever place
it needs to go, and watch it
sink or rise as it thinks best.
As for the heart, or what we call
by the name of heart, or soul —
I don’t know what that is, if I am
best called by that name,
or if it’s just another part of me
I need to sit with and let be.